Yet the strange, overwhelming need to protect Dash roared within. Emerson didn’t care about himself. He’d accept his fate if it came to that. But Dash? No… he couldn’t do that to Dash.
Dash lifted the six-pack he’d set down before rushing off to stop Harrison and bent to pick up the bag at his feet. “How about we go inside and finish our conversation?”
Emerson stared at him, silent a couple of seconds. Dash stood by the door, hands full and at the ready. Emerson saw the moment doubt crept into Dash’s mind, and he hated having caused it.
“You asked me why I’d done an about face,” Emerson asked. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Nature abhors a vacuum,” Dash replied.
Emerson frowned, confused.
“One of us had to hold onto hope,” Dash said.
Inhaling a shaky breath, Emerson struggled to not drag Dash close and kiss him again. “Hope for what, though?”
Dash didn’t answer at first. The soft glow of the safety light washed over him as the boat gently swayed in the water, rocking them back and forth. A lone seagull flew overhead, releasing a soft cry as it passed.
“That we can find a way to make this work without causing the world to end.”
Emerson’s fists clenched at his sides. The need to be closer sucked the air from his lungs.
“Can we go inside?” Dash asked, glancing down at his full hands.
“Yeah,” Emerson said as he rushed forward to unlock the door.
He held it open so Dash could pass through. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Dash shoved everything onto the kitchen counter and dragged Emerson into his arms. Their lips clashed, their kiss hungry. Need coursed through Emerson’s veins.
Their clothes flew off, landing all over the salon and kitchen, until they were once again naked in one another’s arms. Dash shoved him back onto one of the couches and knelt between his spread thighs, his cock gripped in one strong hand.
“I never got a chance to do this last night,” Dash murmured before laving the head of Emerson’s cock and gathering the leaking precum on his tongue.
Emerson gasped, the heat of Dash’s mouth enough to make him come on the spot. He threaded his fingers in Dash’s short locks and held on, lifting his hips to help urge things along faster. Dash’s strokes were a bit hesitant at first, but he soon licked Emerson greedily, lapping at the precum dribbling. He moaned as he tasted Emerson.
Watching his cock disappear into Dash’s mouth made it hard to hang on to reason. He clutched at the edge of the couch and heard fabric rend under his fingers. It didn’t take long for the tension to grow overpowering. An orgasm was soon within reach. Closer and closer it loomed, his entire body tightening with anticipation.
“I’m gonna come…”
At the last second, Dash pinched the base of his cock, under his knot, and stopped the momentum.
“Not fair,”Emerson groaned. He panted a few times, his head falling back to rest on the wall behind the couch. “I was so close.”
“I want you to come inside me,” Dash said, rising to his feet with a determined look on his face.
“I’m going to wind up hurting you if we don’t slow things down in that department.”
“Quit it,”Dash snapped. He spun and lowered himself onto Emerson’s lap. “I know my own limits.”
Emerson worried Dash might not, but the only way to test those limits was to push against them. Any doubts fled as Dash sank onto his cock and took him all the way to the knot.
He groaned, gripping either side of Dash’s hips. With them both facing forward, Dash lay back against his chest, seated in his lap and full of his cock. Emerson growled, the tight grip around his shaft putting his teeth on edge. He nuzzled Dash’s neck while they both sat still, giving one another space to adjust.
Dash was already lubed. Emerson sighed, appreciating the forethought.
“You came prepared, hmm?”
“What do you mean?” Dash asked lazily as he moved his hips a fraction of an inch up and down Emerson’s cock.
“You’re already lubed,” Emerson said before kissing the shell of Dash’s ear.
